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“do you think you’ll still be writing fanfic when you’re 90?” yes, I do, and I hope AO3 is still here with me when I’m a 90 year old childless fanfic writer who writes slow burn dead dove do not eat dubcon gay sex enemies to lovers. next

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▶ They're too hard on you, boy, Jailco for @brokenvirgin

Oneshot || *No Warnings Apply* || 4.6k || Rating: T

A few concerned glances meet around the roundtable before Mel advises the council to continue as scheduled. Once Silco finishes his update, the tension in the room releases. Jayce speaks last, as the last to join.

And then the meeting promptly ends.

No one brings up Jayce’s obvious indisposition. Obvious, to Silco anyway. His proud stance droops. He’s rubbing his temples every couple of minutes, like with a headache. Air rattles in his throat, though he doesn’t allow himself to cough.

Jayce Talis is sick. 

Or: Silco is witness to the ridiculous circles Jayce Talis has to do to get medicine, and helps him get better.

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Chapter 3 update: "Hound" 

It's Vander's POV of events in young Jayce's life, with some extra things here and there.... ;) Progress Day is looming

Link to chapter ▶️ [Here]

▶ Zaunite Blue, Role Reversal AU

Multi-chaptered || *Graphic Depictions of Violence* || Rating: M

When Jayce was twelve, his father taught him that they should always help the less fortunate, to put hammers in the hands of the people, and be proud of their work. Jayce reminded himself of that, after losing him. All he had to remember his father by fit in a small trunk. When Jayce turned eighteen, he made his first breakthrough with Hextech. For Zaun. (Without any relation, when Powder turned eighteen, she earned the title Woman of Progress.)

Instead of staying topside, the Talis family takes their business where it's needed: across the bridge. This doesn't just alter the course of Jayce's life. Or: A Jayce-Jinx Role Reversal AU.

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THAT scene but without the cuts

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▶ Hex-Synchronicity, Jayvik for #bottomjayceweek

Oneshot || *No Warnings Apply* || 5k || Rating: E

During the prototype development of the Hex-claw, Viktor and Jayce experiment with rune combinations and projected remote work. It has some unforeseen (sexy) malfunctions.

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Chapter 2: "Undercity of Progress" 

looking into how the Barons work in a Jayce-raised-by-Silco Zaun... and how Zaun has progressed into the Undercity of Progress!

Link to chapter ▶️ [Here]

▶ Zaunite Blue, Role Reversal AU

Multi-chaptered || *Graphic Depictions of Violence* || Rating: M

When Jayce was twelve, his father taught him that they should always help the less fortunate, to put hammers in the hands of the people, and be proud of their work. Jayce reminded himself of that, after losing him. All he had to remember his father by fit in a small trunk. When Jayce turned eighteen, he made his first breakthrough with Hextech. For Zaun. (Without any relation, when Powder turned eighteen, she earned the title Woman of Progress.)

Instead of staying topside, the Talis family takes their business where it's needed: across the bridge. This doesn't just alter the course of Jayce's life. Or: A Jayce-Jinx Role Reversal AU.

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Hello @27dragons I saw your tags on this post and spent more or less the entire intervening time thinking about it. This is not exactly that but I do hope it captures the general vibe we're talking about/that you enjoy it regardless 💜

Silco smirks as he produces a tattered sheet of paper from the inside of his jacket.

He’d seen the way Jayce tensed up. The fear. Probably knew all about the knot in his gut over this—all of this, this meeting, the situation, Silco himself. Silco himself, who’s smaller than Jayce thought he’d be. Who seems bigger than he is.

“It’s difficult, isn’t it?” Silco says before Jayce can unfold the paper. His gaze darts up and down, assessing. The smirk remains, shifting slightly, as he takes another step forwards. “All those people relying on you,” he adds, voice low. It rasps like velvet against the back of Jayce’s neck, and he grits his teeth against a shiver.

“And you never asked for any of it. You never wanted any of this,” Silco continues, low. Gentle, almost. Hypnotic.

“Look at you,” he goes on, pursing his lips, turning his gaze to Jayce’s face now. “Barely more than a boy, and the whole world set on your shoulders because no one else would step up to bear the weight. A snow white lamb being offered up as sacrifice to an uncaring master. War demands so many, and offers so little in return. I’m old, Jayce,” he says. “I’m tired. But you are far too young to look even more exhausted than I feel.”

Jayce swallows as Silco places a hand on his lapel again, smoothing it down.

“I think…” Silco says, eyes glinting as they search Jayce again. Jayce focuses on the ruined one, dark, reflecting the light so it looks like it glows from within. “I think it’s all very unfair on you, and I think you know that. I think you’d like someone else to take the weight, for a little while.”

Blood pounds in Jayce’s ears. Yes. Yes, more than anything. He wants to rest. He doesn’t want this to be on him. He doesn’t want to be the one left holding the world up.

“It isn’t fair, Jayce, what they’re asking of you,” Silco continues. “Think about what they’re really protecting. Think about why they’re leaving all this up to you. Think about how disposable you were before you were worth a thousand times your weight in gold. Then think about those demands. Think about setting the world down. And think about who might treat you as though you were worth something even if there was nothing you could give them but yourself.”

Silco plucks the paper out of Jayce’s hand, folds it, and tucks it into his pocket.

“Come see me, when you’re done thinking,” he says, with a final assessing look. “No rush.”

—

It’s dark when he enters Councillor Silco’s office, slipping through the door like a fugitive. Nervous, still, that someone will see him, that they’ll know.

The moment the door closes behind him, his shoulders slump with relief.

Silco’s splayed out on his spindly velvet couch, rolling a glass in one hand. He looks at Jayce, and his lips twitch into a small, welcoming smile.

He beckons with his free hand, one single finger, and Jayce goes, nearly stumbles, drops to his knees as he reaches the couch and buries his face in the older man’s lap, muffling a relieved sob against the familiar texture of his trousers, breathing in his scent.

“Shh,” Silco soothes, elegant fingers slipping into Jayce’s hair, sliding down to stroke the back of his neck, cup the curve of his skull protectively. “It’s all right. You did so well today. I’m very proud of you. You always exceed my expectations.”

Jayce breathes in, then out, then in, filling his lungs, emptying them. All the tension of the day drains out of him through Silco’s fingers.

The weight lifts.

Like it always does.

Like he promised.

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▶ Zaunite Blue, Role Reversal AU

Multi-chaptered || *Graphic Depictions of Violence* || Rating: M

When Jayce was twelve, his father taught him that they should always help the less fortunate, to put hammers in the hands of the people, and be proud of their work. Jayce reminded himself of that, after losing him. All he had to remember his father by fit in a small trunk. When Jayce turned eighteen, he made his first breakthrough with Hextech. For Zaun. (Without any relation, when Powder turned eighteen, she earned the title Woman of Progress.)

Instead of staying topside, the Talis family takes their business where it's needed: across the bridge. This doesn't just alter the course of Jayce's life. Or: A Jayce-Jinx Role Reversal AU.

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before you stab someone: THINK!

how can you make it Tender?

how can you make it Homoerotic?

how can you make it Implicitly intimate?

how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?

how can you make it Kind of gay?

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s1a1 silco my beloved

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Hey I made a tumblr just so I can post this.

This is how that one scene played out in my head

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taking a break to rest my wrist after a month of drawing nonstop; meme redraws be upon ye

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it would be cool if websites let you be an adult on them. the advertisers and payment processors need everything to be Family Friendly though and their definitions of family and friendly are absolutely fucked. but since they're in charge of the Internet now, no one is allowed to be an adult. tiktokers say things like "unalive" and "seggs" because they know death and sex are too adult for online. online is for idiot babies only now because they're easier to market to

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▶ "Ride it like A Rodeo" Jayce x Silco

for @brokenvirgin || Oneshot || 2.6k words || *No Warnings Apply* | Rating: E

“Hold on,” Jayce still reels, “Lemme check if I heard that correctly. You want me to sit on your face?” Silco’s unconcerned nod somehow makes Jayce more nervous. And the immediate eye roll, more fearful. “Silco, I’m a heavy man.” “I hadn't noticed,” the man drawls unimpressed. “Okay,” Jayce gives in, because Silco doesn’t ask Jayce for things like this. “I just have one request then.”

Or: Jayce finally gets Silco to wear an eyepatch. For sex!

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guess whos still jailcopilled!

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▶ "Let it Be, Let it Be" Jayce x Silco

gift for @brokenvirgin || Oneshot || 2.9k words || *Chose Not To Use Warnings* | Rating: E

He’s drifting, truly, in a deep, cozy fog. Safe. The door creaks. Jayce doesn’t twitch a muscle, despite the thrill that instantly thrums in his heart. He drifts more. He swears he hears a murmur. Someone, talking. Silco? Here early? Jayce internally smiles, and his face crawls to show it. Gods, but he’s so tired. Unconsciousness has him gripped in its talons. It threatens to pull Jayce under. No not yet...

Or: Jayce comes to find rest and solitude in The Last Drop. He doesn't realize that the hands touching him aren't familiar — but fortunately, Silco is there to righten any wrongs.

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I love jayvilco cus itd be jayvik being soumates and silco is also there